Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Latvia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Tim Buckley to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yaz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Connie Case,
Radiohead,
Ken Boothe,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Holt,
Dark Day,
Eric Dolphy,
Ronan,
Harmonia,
Lungfish,
Faust,
Brass Construction,
Black Bananas,
Accadde A,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker,
X-102,
Lalann,
Lower 48,
The Young Rascals,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Litter,
DJ Sneak,
The Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
B.T. Express,
New Age Steppers,
The Knickerbockers,
Nils Olav,
The Beau Brummels,
Malaria!,
Intrusion,
Jacques Brel,
Skaos,
Don Cherry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Foxx,
Robert Wyatt,
Main Source,
Agitation Free,
Technova,
Gregory Isaacs,
Colin Newman,
Mark Hollis,
Rod Modell,
Altered Images,
Andrew Hill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reagan Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DNA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cybotron,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.